Wednesday, May 23, 2012

The 55 Word Challenge: Week 10

The 55 Word Challenge

Week Ten

It’s time again for the 55 Word Challenge.For those that are uninitiated, the 55 Word Challenge is a contest to write a story in 55 words or less. Not an easy task, but fun and I have been blown away by some of the entries. See for yourself, all the past contests can be found here.

The challenge begins at noon Eastern time every Wednesday and ends at noon Thursday. The story is based on one of three photo prompts and can be written in any genre you choose. The story is to be posted in the comment section below, along with your twitter handle or email address, so I can contact you if you are the winner.

And what does the winner get? This purty badge for one. For two, a gift card for $5.00 from Amazon. (The prize will be rewarded within a week and sent to your email.)

Photo Prompts:

If anyone is interested in guest judging please let me know, also if you would like to donate a prize for next week’s contest, (or any other week,) let me know. This could be a copy of your book or anything else you want to offer.

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Memories of screaming came to her as Kara stood looking at the house. The windows she had been pushed up against; the pain inflicted between her legs by the man who was meant to protect her. Hatred filled her, followed by rage, until she fell to the ground in tears. He was dead now thankfully.

She leaned over the railing, cold metal on colder skin. Breathing numbed her insides but the steeled lake and iced air thawed her spirits.She’d have to stop coming. He’d have to stop calling for her.She climbed up the wiring and gazed into placating blue.But wouldn’t it be nice to swim into stillness?

The Reynolds hadn’t figured this in their murder plot. They knew Thomas, their elderly gardener, was filthy rich yet had no heirs. When Mr. Reynolds had discovered they’d been named as primary beneficiaries in his will, they’d acted quickly and dispatched him. But with nobody to attend to their shrubs, his absence became glaringly apparent.

She waltzes down the stairs, hearing the doorbell. She smiles at the man behind the door. She stands next to him as he lifts himself onto his toes to see through the window at the top of the door. Silly, why does he look for her that way, especially when she stands next to him?

The shimmer of light stood there. Sonya froze, hand on the bannister, staring up at the image. A shake of her head and she pinched her nose. She was seeing things. There were no such things as ghosts. Especially the ghost of an old woman who she pushed down the stairs to get the house.